"Good." 

Carver's reply came just as firm and set to whatever objective the man had in all of this. Palm slipping across the fogged surface of the door and letting himself out, he passed by Chris' car without any further acknowledgment. Chris didn't strike Carver as the sort who gave a damn about anything else other than cutting up animals or whatever the hell the man did. Personally, it rubbed him the wrong way; the sort of thing that kept him more on edge than he really should need be around some nowhere town called Jennings. Fortune would have it that Chris, in addition to having some "quirks" as it seemed, was also the sort who was quick to scrap. Whether the man knew how to actually fight or not only God knew, but the barely disguised mercenary nature of Carver didn't mesh well with the notion either way.

Approaching the battered door of his truck, he paused only to watch the slender woman slip her way between the few barriers in the office and appear out the door to her motorcycle. Whatever relationship the mechanic had with her management it seemed she might as well be getting away with murder. It mattered little though Carver noted, in that if anything it helped him out. This behavior seemed almost acceptable - hell, the other mechanics didn't even take notice or care, still too busy working on what few cars the shop itself actually had.

[i]"I can follow ya."[/i]

Carver proved to look to Chris, standing behind the broad hood of the pickup. He could guess the man wasn't going to approve, but he made it clear anyway with his expression that Piper wasn't going anywhere for the moment at least. All he could hope for, as large a gamble as that was, was that Chris could figure it out on his own. He wasn't lacking precision, his work on the bodies proved that much, so the best would be that he was just as quick on the uptake. With that, Carver disappeared into the truck and shut the door with a loud metallic thud and the weathered camper rumbled to life.

Things were going well for the three as it was, no one having killed one another yet, but the sheriff's office might as well be a different story. Chris hadn't met Cutter, who while they shared assessments on it not being wolves, was the last and least rational person that he could possibly deal with; everything was made into some skeptical project. Pierce was a pushover, but that worked both ways. Chris, Cutter and Carver all said the same thing from different view points, but the sheriff said otherwise.

And someone? Someone out there was offering enough to keep the pressure on the office... for the better, at that.

[@Kidd][@RedXCross]